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Thunderbolts : Evolution 1.
Meteorite chuckled as she walked down the corridor, Hawkeye
slung over her shoulder. She deliberately put a wiggle into her step,
shaking her ass back and forth for the benefit of Techno, whom she knew
would be watching.
The men in this team were so easy to manipulate, and the only
other woman wasn't much better. Techno actively lusted for her, and was
far more intelligent than her, which didn't necessarily mean that he
was smarter. His raging libido meant that the slightest provocation from
her drove him wild, and she always teased him just to the point where
he wouldn't be able to hold himself back any longer, than would back
off, leaving him confused, shaky and aggravated.
Zemo wasn't as intelligent as she was, but he was smart, damn
smart. This whole 'villains disguised as heroes' thing had been his
idea, after all. He was also, fortunately for her, extremely arrogant
and superior, and refused to even acknowledge the concept that maybe
she might be playing him like a sap. He always believed himself to have
the upper edge, and his unmistakable desire for her always made her
laugh, because he refused to acknowledge that, as well.
Atlas was just a big oath, he did whatever he was told, never
even considering questioning his superiors. He simply wasn't a problem.
Mach-1 wasn't as smart as Zemo, nowhere near as intelligent as
Techno or herself and far off in the toughness department when compared
to Atlas. But he did have a very creative streak that made him an almost
invaluable member of the team. His intelligence wasn't high enough to
make a reality all of his concepts and ideas, but with bigger brains like
Techno and Zemo around, he didn't have to.
Songbird, the final member of their little team, was a passive
aggressive dependent. She NEEDED someone to look after her, she couldn't
stand being alone and had to have someone to tell her what to do and when
to do it. She was similar to Atlas in this respect, because they both
needed someone to tell them what to do, but their reasons for this could
not be further apart. Atlas needed an authority figure because he had
an inferiority complex, he felt he wasn't good enough to make the decisions
in his own life. Songbird needed an authority figure because she needed
to feel needed, having someone rule over her validated her life in her
own mind.
Meteorite had considered seducing her, both to more firmly chain
the red and white haired woman to herself and also because she was an
attractive little piece of ass. Karla didn't consider herself a lesbian,
she loved sex with men and women, but she didn't love men or women, she
simply loved herself and would go with anyone who could sexually gratify
her.
Take Hawkeye for example, had she wanted to, she could have kept
him against the wall long enough for the hypnotic vibrations running
through it to put him out. She was a trained psychiatrist, she could
talk anyone into anything if she wanted to.
But she hadn't wanted to.
Clint Barton had no superpowers, but he was a fantastic physical
specimen and very good looking under the silly purple mask that he wore
all the time. She'd wanted to suck him off, she enjoyed getting men off
that way. It was odd, because the act itself was associated with the
dominance of male over female and the denigration of the latter, but when
she did it, she felt she was turning the tables, reducing a man to a
quivering lump of stupid flesh with her mouth, without even saying a
word.
To Karla Sofen, it just proved her own superiority.
She patted Hawkeye's ass with a grin as she walked along, he
certainly had a nice one, and she looked forward to getting another look
at it once she had him in the lab.
Perhaps she would....
- WE ARE HERE! - smashed into her brain, knocking her backwards
with physical force. She hit the ground hard and the wind was knocked
from her lungs before Hawkeye landed on top of her, making her squawk
in surprise. It didn't hurt, her powerful body had easily absorbed the
shock, but she had no idea what had just happened to her.
- WE HAVE ALREADY DEFEATED WITH EASE THE GREATEST
EXAMPLES OF
THE OLD HUMANITY, THE AVENGERS FELL BEFORE US EASILY, AND
ANY OTHERS
WHO THINK THEY COULD CHALLENGE OUR POWER WILL SUFFER THE
SAME FATE. YOUR
TIME AS MASTERS OF THIS PLANET IS OVER, NOW YOU WILL SERVE US
AS WE LIFT
HUMANKIND TO IT'S RIGHTFUL PLACE AS EVENTUAL RULERS OF THE
UNIVERSE. -
Images of the defeated Avenger's forced themselves into her head,
her keenly analytical mind already processing and dissecting what was
being forced upon her. She ignored the obvious emotional impact that
the images were supposed to engender, as a Super-Villain, she had little
love for The Avengers and saw no need to mourn their defeat. This message
was also a warning, showing the price of resisting what they were saying
by letting them see what had already happened to The Avengers.
- YOU WILL SERVE US, OR DIE, - boomed the voice again, then the
pain in her head faded somewhat, and she knew that whoever it had been,
they were gone.
"Thunderbolts, Emergency Meeting!" snapped Baron Zemo's voice
over the Communications System, only half a minute after the message
had ended. The tone in his voice left no doubt in Karla's mind that he
was pissed.... and scared.
"What are you doing here?" snapped Zemo, as Karla entered the
Conference Room.
"You called an Emergency Meeting, Zemo," she replied with a slight
smirk,"Or did you forget?"
"Woman, are you mad?" he snapped,"What did you do with The Avenger?
Leave him in the corridor?"
"Yes, Zemo," she replied with a wry smile,"Along with a bunch
of guns and detailed diagnostics on how to defeat each of us."
Techno chuckled, then dropped his head as Zemo shot a fierce
glare at him from behind his cowl.
"You!" he growled,"I thought you put psi-screens up throughout
this Facility?"
Meteorite smiled, Zemo was scared and trying to push off the
blame and release the tension by yelling at others, making them look like
they had done something wrong.
"I did," replied Techno smoothly,"They were designed to block
access by even the most powerful telepaths, so I can only assume that
we are dealing with a being or beings of a far higher telepathic ability
than any seen before by anyone."
"Hurummph!" snapped Zemo, then turned his wrath back on
Meteorite,"And Barton?"
"Strapped down in the lab," she replied,"I ran."
"Right," he growled,"This is what I want, Techno, you and Mach-1
are going to do a full diagnostic check of ThunderBase's Security Systems
and check for any breaks or links."
Mach-1 suppressed a groan, Techno just smiled.
"Meteorite, you are going to have to begin the brainwashing
on Hawkeye alone, I want him to be working for us by tomorrow morning,
understand!?!"
"Of course, Baron," she replied, smiling as she inclined her head
slightly towards him. She was secretly pleased at what Zemo had intended
to be humiliating, watchdog duty, as it meant that she could get a little
better aquatinted with Clint.
"Songbird, Atlas, you are going to join me for intensive training
starting right now, if these Fellows come for us before we're ready, I
want us able to defend ourselves long enough to fall back."
"Fall back, Zemo?" asked Meteorite with the same little smirk,
saying nothing but implying everything.
"There is no point in putting on a brave face and fighting the
good fight if you're going to lose, Meteorite," Zemo replied stiffly,
responding just as Karla had known he would,"A strategic retreat is the
best tactic, after all, there is wisdom in the old saying, he who fights
and runs away, lives to fight another day."
She didn't respond, simply getting up and moving through the
wall with her phasing ability, knowing it unnerved the others and pleased
by that fact.
- You always know someone is losing a war, - she chuckled to
herself, - When they start calling running away a strategic retreat! -
She ran a finger over Hawkeye's muscular chest, smiling
in appreciation at his physique. She was all alone in the lab, supposedly
so that she could start running the advanced brain manipulation that
Techno had designed after Captain America had requested making Hawkeye
Liaison to The Thunderbolts.
Zemo, disguised as Citizen V, had hummed and hawed over it, saying
he didn't like the implied distrust but begrudgingly agreeing in the
interests of good relationships between the two Superteams. But he had
been ecstatic the moment Captain America had made the request, hiding it
well as his mind slathered over the possibility of having a brain-washed
Avenger working for him from the inside.
Techno and Mach-1 would be hard at work on the Security Systems
now, while Zemo, Songbird and Atlas would be running battle drills while
she, Meteorite, was supposed to be brainwashing Hawkeye. Well, she would
do as told, but she would do it her own way.
As a psychiatrist, she had long ago learned that a mind would
accept instruction contrary to that persons moral code if it was coupled
with positive reinforcement. Techno had, of course, included
such positive reinforcement in the forms of pleasing mental images and
subliminal instructions to his mind to release pleasure creating
endorphins.
But Karla didn't think a little.... physical positive
reinforcement, would go amiss either... and no one would be watching
anyone, she could easily change the Security tapes later.... and keep
the incriminating ones in her own private collection.
The electrodes were hooked up to the sides of his head, his
mask removed, as were all of his clothes so that electrodes could be
attached to his body, allowing the computer to monitor his blood pressure,
heart-rate, metabolism and brainwave activity.
- It would be so simple, - she thought with a smile, trailed her
finger from his chest down his waist to just over his crotch. With a
smirk she traced the fingertip around the sides of his cock, lightly
sliding along his ballsac and causing the barest reaction from his body.
She leaned down towards the cock which she had so recently had
in her mouth and lightly blew on it, making Hawkeye moan, still unconscious,
still receiving the mental conditioning.
His cock twitched and grew larger before her eyes, swelling and
slowly rising and falling with small jerks as she continued to lightly
blow on it. When his cock was half erect, she was able to slide her
finger under his cock and lightly scratch at the juncture between his
nutsac and base of his cockshaft. This made his penis jump up higher than
before, and before her amused gaze his penis grew slowly to full erection,
pointing up at an angle from his belly, right at her beautiful face.
She stepped back and closed her fist around his cock, gently
stroking him as she concentrated slightly, making her phase through her
costume so that she stood naked next to him. Her mask fell through
her face and body down to the ground, revealing her beautiful feature
entirely. If Hawkeye saw her, the chances were he would recognize her
as Moonstone, the villain who had battled and fought The Avengers for years
now. But he wouldn't see her, the same mental conditioning that was
currently making him Zemo's slave was also keeping him unconscious, which
made it all the more fun.
Still stroking her hand over his erect cockshaft, she hopped up
onto the lab table and straddled his thighs, her large breasts bouncing
slightly on her chest. She liked that feeling, so she bounced up and down
on top of him a few more times, allowing her tits to jiggle about on her
chest. She giggled, continuing to pump his meat with her deceptively
gentle hands, which gave no indication of her strength.
"Oh yes," Meteorite moaned as her other hand, no longer needed
to steady her on the bench now that her legs were settled firmly, ran
between her parted legs, sliding over the swell of her shaven cuntmound.
She let out a gasp of pleasure as she squeezed her vaginal lips
in her hand, a finger sliding back and forth over the split lips of her
pussy. She continued to masturbate both herself and her captive for
several minutes, getting off on the situation itself.
Soon, Karla was so overcome with lust that, so wild with desire,
that she began to involuntarily hump her cunt up against her own hand,
her other hand pumping furiously on Hawkeye's cock.
Her iron self-control re-exerted itself as she felt Clint's
cock jerk in her hand. She pulled her hand away and stopped frigging
herself, brought back to reality.
"Oh no, Hawkeye, not yet," she chuckled, realizing she'd almost
made him blow his load early, before she got to have her fun.
She lifted her curved ass up off of his thighs and scooted up
over his erect cock, waiting a few moments to make sure he had calmed
down enough to continue. When the machines aligned about the room showed
his heartrate had steadied and his brainwaves calmed down, she grabbed
his cock in her hand and held him steady as she lowered herself down
over his cock, pressing the head of Hawkeye's cock against the entrance
to her fuckhole, her cuntlips held apart by two of her fingers.
"Aaaaahhhh," Karla sighed in satisfaction, matched by a groan
of pleasure from the unconscious Avenger, as his cock pushed open her
cunt passage, pressing past the walls and filled her pussy with his meat.
She laughed madly, eyes half closed and lips parted as she pushed
down, getting more of his cock deeper and deeper inside of her tight,
juicy cunt. She grunted happily, grinding her pussy down and pressing
her hot cunt-lips onto his cock, loving the feeling of her cunt squeezing
around his invading cock.
Grabbing onto the sides of his muscular waist, steadying herself
as she pulled back off of his cock till only the head of his penis remained
inside of her, then slamming back down, her hot cunt pressing firmly
against his crotch, grinding against his lap as she moaned in pleasure.
Her cunt seemed to be fighting her everytime she pulled away
from his cock, sucking back on his cock, trying to hold her down there,
wanting the pleasure of having her cunt stuffed with hot, hard Avenger
dick.
But she ignored that, concentrating only on the pleasure as she
slammed up and down, plunging her cunt down hard onto his cock, her tight
ass slapping against his balls with each downward stroke.
She pounded down hard onto him, arching her back and tossing
back her head, her blond hair flying about crazily as she writhed and
twisted about on top of him. She bounced up and down on him, slamming
her cunt down with hard, quick thrusts that were driving the lust-crazed
Super-Villain mad with desire as she writhed and twisted about above him,
clenching her asscheeks and slamming her hips up and down, grinding her
cunt down onto his cock, burying it inside of her cunt before pulling
back and slamming back down.
Karla's face was contorted in lust, streams of sweat running
down her naked body as she cried out in pleasure. She never perspired,
unless she was having sex, and then she SWEATED!
Her large breasts bounced and shook about on her chest, jumping
up and down, nipples hard and erect, aching with fierce need as the
constant, growing sensations drove her closer and closer towards a serious
orgasm.
Her body bucked and bounced on top of Hawkeye's prostrate form,
The Avenger moaning and sweating, the machines showing his body was
becoming steadily more and more excited, which could only help make him
more conducive to the brainwashing.
Their pelvis' mashed together, Hawkeye's now raising naturally
to meet hers, despite his unconscious state. As her cunt slammed down
against his crotch, a loud, wet smacking noise filled the lab, accentuated
by Hawkeye's heavy breathing and Meteorite's steadily louder cries of
sexual pleasure.
The top of Hawkeye's cock rasped along her clitoris with each
downward stroke of her cunt over his meat, driving intense pleasures
throughout her body, rising towards a shattering climax.
Her entire body jerked and shook uncontrollably as her orgasm
began to overtake her, her cunt mashed down hard onto Hawkeye's crotch,
grinding her hips against the hero's and throwing her chest forward, her
large tits bouncing and shaking as sweat was tossed from her brow and
down onto The Avenger's naked body.
She flung her head back and her mouth stretched wide as she let
out an incredibly loud scream of pleasure, her climaxing cunt gripping
even tighter than before onto his cock, milking his meat with everything
that she had, trying to pull his cum from him.
Hawkeye, even unconscious, slammed his cock up deep into Karla's
cunt, his balls pressing warmly against her tight ass-cheeks. He gritted
his teeth and his eyes squeezed shut as, even unconscious, he tried to
hold off the moment of climax as long as possible, to retain the
incredible pleasure building up in his crotch.
But even an Avenger couldn't hold it forever, and only a minute
or so into Meteorite's screaming, cunt-clenching orgasm, he lost control
and blew his load.
With a long, drawn out moan of pleasure, Hawkeye shot stream
after stream of thick, ropy sperm up inside of Karla Sofen's cunt, his
sperm mixing with her own juices, which had flooded and trapped inside
her cock-crammed cunt, small streams of her lovejuices pouring out between
the velvet wetness of her cuntwalls and his throbbing penis.
She let her head droop forward, her tits still rising and falling
heavily as she struggled to catch her breath, her cunt pressing hotly
against his still hard cock. With a slow, heavy grunt she lifted her
cunt slowly from his dick, her juices running out over his cock, making
his shaft glisten.
She slipped off the side of the lab table and steadied herself
against it, a little dizzy after the heavy physical exertion she had
just been through. It was funny in a way, she could lift huge weights
and battle mighty enemies without breaking a sweat, but give her a good
man or woman to fuck and she would be weak as a kitten.
She leaned her face close to Hawkeye's - which had a goofy,
contented look to it right now - and lightly kissed his cheek.
"That was fun, lover," she chuckled,"Once your conditioning
is complete, I think I'll make you my sex slave, I'm sure you'll enjoy
it almost as much as I will."
She scooped up her costume and carried it with her towards the
nearby gym, where she could take a shower and get back into her costume.
Then she'd swing out by The Security Room and remove the tapes of the
little 'incident' in the lab before heading back.
She was in no way concerned about this so-called 'New Humanity',
if they were to come, it would not be for some time. No one knew where
Thunderbase was except them, even Hawkeye had no clue, he'd been brought
in under an electronic blindfold... they were quite safe, for now at
least.
Meanwhile, lying in a neatly folded pile in one corner of the
lab, Hawkeye's costume sat still, the tiny transceiver sewn into the very
fabric itself transmitting his location to Avengers Mansion.
Techno chuckled as Mach-1 swore and pulled away from the sparking
console.
"Dammit, Techno!" he snapped, having fallen into the habit of
calling his team-mate by their 'public names' as had all the
other Thunderbolts,"You could have warned me about the extra security
protocols!"
"You should have seen it yourself, Abe," replied Techno with
a grin,"You'll never make Chief Tech-Guy if you can't see the little
things like that."
"Chief Tech-Guy? nice one, Techno," muttered Abe Jenkins, rolling
his eyes underneath the red visor of his Flight Suit's helmet. Techno's
mind came so easily to the things that Abe struggled to deal with, and
he had to admit to being more than a little jealous.
"Okay," muttered Techno, forgetting the unimportant things like
Abe for the moment as he concentrated on the important things, like his
computers and security devices,"Now, the psi-screens have proved
watertight, so let's see if we can find any extra power to divert towards
them, make the bastards even stronger, hmmmm?"
"Hmmm?" asked Abe.
"Nothing," replied Techno, distracted,"I wasn't talking to you,
Abe."
"Techno?"
"I said I wasn't talking to you," Techno muttered, a little
irritated now.
"Techno, what's that?"
"Huh?" asked Techno, turning around and looking at the small
beeping console that Mach-1 was pointing at. His eyes widened at the
sight, and then he smiled,"Cheeky bastard, someone's trying to slip into
ThunderBase, they almost don't register, I don't think whoever it is can
be much larger than an insect, and they're cloaking their electronic
signature almost perfectly!"
He whistled appreciatively,"Good tech, I don't know whose it
is, but it's good."
Then his smile became dark and sinister, his face taking on an
even more devilish look than normal,"But not good enough."
He pushed a button and one of the power meters on a console next
to Abe suddenly twisted into the red.
"What was that?" asked Mach-1.
"A little surprise for our intruder," chuckled Techno, then pushed
a small button that sounded a klaxon alarm throughout the entire Base,
alerting the others,"That's interesting, it seems they were riding in on
a ship, it's mass and size just increased a hundredfold... that's very
interesting."
"Whatever," replied Mach-1, heading for the door,"But Zemo's
gonna be pissed, even though we caught them, he's gonna be pissed."
Zemo, dressed now as Citizen V - as he had been during
the training drill he'd been running with Songbird and Atlas - stood
staring at the smoking remains of the ship.
"It looks like a modified Stark Enterprises Quinjet," mused
Abe, who had gotten to the wreckage outside the mountain that Thunderbase
was set into with Techno just before the others.
"Where is Meteorite?" snapped Zemo angrily.
"Here," replied Karla, coming up through the ground behind Zemo,
startling him.
"Woman, are you mad!?!" Zemo growled, hating that he'd been
startled, hating even more that she'd intended to do it,"I could have
killed you."
"Sure, V," she replied with a slight smirk, then looked over at
the Quinjet,"What happened here?"
"Tried to slide through my forcefield, babe," Techno
spoke up,"Zapped 'em with enough juice to run Vegas for a week!"
"Well done, Techno," she replied dryly, not deigning to even
look at him,"You're a real man."
Techno laughed off the insult, just to show he wasn't affected
by it, which he was. They all watched as Meteorite and Atlas approached
the Quinjet, as the two powerhouses of the team, they were the least
likely to be hurt by any attack from the occupant or occupants of The
Quinjet. Only Songbird noticed that Meteorite's hair was wet, as if
she'd just been in the shower, which was impossible, wasn't it? Hadn't
Zemo told her to stay in the lab with Hawkeye?
"Ready, big guy?" Meteorite asked Atlas, standing by the crumpled
door of the Quinjet, just barely holding on to it's hinges.
"Let's go for it," he replied with a serious nod.
They both grabbed a side of the door and tore it from it's hinges
with a tearing, grating noise that set Songbird's teeth on edge. They
flung it away and both stepped back, expecting the occupant/s to launch
themselves out and attack them.
What they got was a little different.
With a coughing, gasping cry, Janet Van Dyne - The
Wasp - staggered out of The Quinjet and fell into a startled Atlas'
arms.
"Pl... please," she whispered harshly,"You must.... help me..."
And then she fainted dead away.
End Thunderbolts : Evolution 1.
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